A/N- Well, here we are at chapter 11! I know there's a lot going on in this chapter, but I think ya'll will like it. I hope so anyway! LOL I don't really have any other notes, other than please excuse any typos. I try to double check for any mistakes that spellcheck might have missed, but it's 4 am and my brain tends to shut down at 3, so if I missed something, oh well. So anyway let's get on with the chapter!

B&B

Coco lay on her bed, drawing in her sketchbook. She had analyzed every frame that Saul had sent her, but the only significant thing she could find was the camera angle and the corner of a basement window. She'd tried to zoom in on it, but that only made it blurry, so she'd given up and decided to work on some sketches.

She looked up when Sally walked in. "I guess Grams isn't cooking dinner today since she's asleep." Sally complained.

"I ate some leftover chicken and rice, there should be enough left for you." Coco said, closing her sketchbook and laying it on the floor next to her bed.

"Do you think I should leave some for Grams?" Sally asked.

"I don't know if she's even planning on getting up; when we got home, she went straight to bed without saying anything." Coco said.

"I really can't wait for all of this to be over, I hate seeing her like this." Sally said, reaching under her bed and pulling out a bag of jumbo marshmallows. She tossed one to Coco.

"So, did you learn anything from following Gladys this time?" Coco asked, squishing the marshmallow in her hand until it was sticky and tossing it up at the ceiling, where it got stuck.

"Nothing, except that she planted violets around the edges of her house." Sally said, doing the same thing with another marshmallow.

"Did you happen to notice a basement window?" Coco asked, after catching her marshmallow in her mouth and eating it.

"I think so, but there was the weirdest butterfly decoration I've ever seen standing in front of it, so I couldn't be sure." Sally said, attempting to catch her marshmallow, but it landed on the bed next to her.

"I was analyzing the pictures Saul sent me and I noticed the corner of a window in the background, but it was way too blurry to see anything outside of it." Coco said, as they both threw another marshmallow at the ceiling.

Sally groaned when her's got stuck right above Coco's bed. "That's going to be a pain to catch." She complained, stretching across the space between their beds so that her head was on Coco's bed and her feet were on hers.

"Not fair, it's on my side." Coco said.

"Since when does it matter where the marshmallow is? You're still going to be doing my chores for the rest of the week." Sally said, catching both marshmallows in her mouth and eating them.

"Cheater!" Coco teased, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at Sally.

Sally managed to avoid getting hit by the pillow, but she lost her balance and ended up on the floor between the two beds.

They both cracked up.

They were so focused on their game that they didn't notice that Shirley had peeked in to check on them and had been watching them for a while.

She recognized the game they were playing. Shirley herself had invented the game with her sister when they were twelve. She smiled at the memory of the time a marshmallow had gotten stuck in Sally's hair and they had used olive oil to get it out before their mother could see it.

Shirley figured she might as well call it a night, so she went back to her room and lay down on her bed, staring at the picture of her sister on her nightstand.

She focused on the picture and tried to tap into her twin telepathy.

Twin telepathy did exist, but it wasn't anything like what one would see on TV or in a movie. They couldn't read each other's mind or feel each other's pain. They couldn't talk to each other telepathically, although they did have a secret language. The only thing they could do was get certain vibes from each other that neither of them could describe, but they knew what it meant.

Right now, the vibe Shirley was getting told her that Sally was awake, but exhausted. She could also feel that Sally knew that she was accessing their psychic connection and was trying to close her out.

Suddenly, Shirley felt a strong desire to give up on everything and tell her granddaughters the real reason why she had come to LA with them.

She dropped her telepathic connection and glared at the picture of her sister.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You can't stand the fact that I can be successful too. You've always been seen as the better twin and you don't want me to steal your spotlight, do you?" She growled at the picture.

She turned her back to the picture and sighed. Even though she really didn't want to give up on her plan, she knew, deep down, that she would have to. It was the only way to help her sister and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out with everything that was going on.

Shirley struggled for a while before falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next day, at lunchtime, the Spectras and Saul were sitting in the office, crowded around the laptop while they waited for Darlita to bring them their ramen.

"I absolutely couldn't crack that code; I copied it down every way I could think of and put it through ever cipher I could find, but it kept coming up gibberish." Saul was telling them. He was clearly getting frustrated.

Shirley started playing with her hair.

"Maybe this video will help us figure it out without having to crack the code." Sally suggested.

"Maybe it will; while I was analyzing the frames from all of the videos, I noticed that the camera angle seems to shift a little in each video, and last night I saw the corner of a basement window; if they keep up with that pattern, then we should be able to see more of the window and it may give us a clue as to where they are." Coco said.

"Coco, you are a genius; we're buying you dinner after all of this is over." Sally said.

Coco smiled.

Everyone turned their attention to the laptop as Sally clicked the latest video.

Aunt Sally was, once again, curled up on the mattress. She looked absolutely exhausted.

She lifted her head and made her clicking noises before collapsing back onto the mattress.

"She needs her medicine." The distorted voice behind the camera said.

The same man as before appeared in the frame and poured a bottle of Trazodone all over Aunt Sally before the video ended.

"Do you think they've been feeding her those pills the whole time?" Saul asked.

"Probably, she seems more and more sedated in each video, my guess is that they want to keep her sedated so she can't fight back." Coco said.

"But if they keep sedating her like that, they'll kill her!" Shirley exclaimed, suddenly realizing that her sister may be in more danger than she'd originally thought.

"Not if we can get to Gladys's house before it's too late." Sally said.

"What are you talking about?" Shirley asked, turning to Sally.

Sally backed up the video to the beginning and paused it. "Coco, you were right, we can see more of the window, and there's the weird butterfly decoration I told you about last night." She said, pointing to the window in the video.

"Are you sure?" Coco asked.

"I'm positive; we need to get to Gladys's house and do something." Sally said.

"Wait, we need to talk about this." Saul said.

"What is there to talk about, Saul, this psychopath has my aunt!" Sally exclaimed.

"I always knew she was crazy, she's probably doing this because she doesn't like Grams." Coco said.

"Well, what about the code; what if she's telling us that they're going to kill whoever comes to save her or something?" Saul asked.

"She isn't." Shirley said, getting up and walking over to stare out the window.

"Grams, how do you know that?" Coco asked nervously.

Shirley didn't speak.

"Grams, if you know something, you need to tell us." Sally said.

Shirley sighed. "She's using our secret language, the one we always used when we didn't want anyone to know what we were talking about."

"And what is she saying?" Saul asked.

Shirley turned around to face them. "She's saying 'You can stop this by stopping yourself'"

"But what does that mean?" Sally asked.

"It means that I can stop what my sister is going through by stopping myself from using my granddaughters for my own selfish gain." Shirley said.

"What are you talking about, Grams?" Coco asked coldly.

Shirley's eyes filled with tears and she looked down at the floor. She couldn't look at them anymore. "All my life, I've lived in my sister's shadow; she's always been the more popular twin; she made better grades in school, she had more friends, and everything I did, every accomplishment, was overshadowed by her; and then, when she moved to LA and became a fashion legend, I had to watch the whole world pay attention to her; no one cared about me and my successful bakery, all they cared about was the fact that my sister was in the spotlight."

When Sally and Coco remained silent, Shirley continued. "She did make one fatal mistake, though, she always took the blame for stealing designs, but I wanted to do it without ruining my reputation."

She looked up to meet Sally's eyes. "So, when you expressed an interest in reviving this company, I saw my chance to finally be better than my sister, so I invested in you; and then, when that review was published, I knew it was time to put my plan into action, so I verbally beat you down until you had no confidence in your ability to be a legit designer."

Then, she turned to Coco. "And because I did this to her, she believed there was no other way to save the company, so she agreed to put cameras in your jewelry and use you to steal from Forrester." She finished.

"Grams, how could you?" Sally asked, hurt.

"Sally, you have to understand, I didn't mean for it to go this far; I didn't think anyone would find out and I certainly didn't think anyone would hurt my sister because of it." Shirley sobbed.

"I am beyond pissed at you, at both of you, for using me to steal designs, but we need to find Aunt Sally." Coco said.

"And when we do find her, we're going to tell her everything and let her decide what to do with you." Sally growled at Shirley.

The girls turned and left the room, leaving Shirley to collapse into Sally's chair, sobbing heavily.

"I think I'd better go help them." Saul said, feeling awkward being alone with a crying woman. He got into the elevator with Sally and Coco.

When they got to the first floor, they stepped out of the elevator and stopped in their tracks, staring in awestruck silence at the woman who met them at the front entrance.